Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.